Chapter 146: Oops
Knock knock.
Knock knock.
Ernest plunged into the flowers, and the corolla was like a small bell, wrapping him up.
It also made his heartbeat become deafening.
Samuel thoughtfully used his spiritual power to light up the daylily flower. The golden light shone through the corolla, like a warm lamp.
Ernest began to suck the nectar.
His heart was beating so fast, like heavy raindrops continuously hitting a flower, causing the whole flower to tremble.
Ernest felt an unprecedented panic.
His slow brain suddenly realized that
Your Majesty has not changed.
Your Majesty has respect and compassion for every worker bee and every fragile and tiny existence.
He can listen to the complaints and requests of any worker bee, and will lend a helping hand to any of his subjects.
Whether it's the Ernest of the past or the Ernest of the present...
Your Majesty is as gentle and tolerant as ever.
Become himself.
It became Ernest.
It was he who had evil intentions towards Your Majesty.
He was just a crude bumblebee, relying on his earlier contact with His Majesty and being lucky enough to receive His Majesty's blessing...
It was his honor to be able to accompany His Majesty, but he was still not satisfied.
I am ecstatic because of your Majesty's gentleness, and I am lost because of your Majesty's gentleness.
He shamelessly fell in love with His Majesty and gazed at him with greedy eyes from the position closest to His Majesty.
——It is not the piety that a follower should have towards a god, but the admiration and enthusiasm that a female bee has towards a male bee.
Your Majesty's gentleness fostered his delusions.
Perhaps, as Your Majesty said, desire is endless.
He actually dared to imagine that Your Majesty could love him.
"Puppy, it's time to get a new flower."
Samuel whispered, moving closer to the flower whose branches were bent, and stretched out his finger.
It seems that Ernest was really hungry, so he grabbed a flower and ate it desperately.
It took Ernest a few seconds to slowly lie on Samuel's fingers. He drooped his hind legs and looked a little weak.
Samuel observed that Ernest's spiritual sea was rolling with waves, hitting the golden barrier again and again.
If the mental barrier he built had not been strong enough, these waves would have burst the dam.
"Eat on time next time."
Samuel reminded.
Ernest nodded and went back into a flower.
On the open grassland, small golden lights lit up, like stars fallen to the ground.
Samuel sat on the ground, looking up at the crescent moon.
It's a long-lost view...
The last time I looked at the moon was a long, long time ago.
It was a bright full moon.
In his previous life, Samuel had thought of that full moon many times.
It hangs alone in the sky, like a sad eye.
It could only watch quietly but could do nothing.
Like a silent witness.
And what is buried in the underground city, even the moon cannot see it, right?
Therefore, there was not even a single witness to his death.
It turns out that not seeing the sun or the moon is such a painful thing.
"His Majesty."
Ernest's steady voice interrupted Samuel's thoughts.
The tall female insect transformed back into its human form, spread its wings, and reached out to Samuel again.
The moment Samuel entered Ernest's arms, he felt as if all the wind had stopped.
It feels like entering warm cotton wool.
Samuel felt warm and secure again.
They flew up.
The grass was getting farther and farther away from them, but the sky was getting closer and closer.
Samuel stretched out his hand as if to catch the moon.
Curved, like smiling eyes.
It flashed between his fingers.
The wind blew the clouds away.
Samuel's heart was like the wind in the wilderness; he felt free.
The shackles that once held his heart tightly seemed to have loosened.
And what caused all this was a chubby little guy who would suffer from hypoglycemia even in the middle of the flight.
It's unbelievable.
Samuel tilted his head and saw Ernest's jaw.
The outline of this female insect was so strong, and the thick lines made Samuel's image of her even clearer.
This is his puppy.
If it were this life, he would still die unfortunately.
Samuel thought.
At least he would have one more witness.
He would never die alone like that again.
.
By the time they returned to the palace, it was already very late.
Of course, Samuel noticed that Ernest was in a bad mood and was obviously still frustrated about today's mistakes.
The wrinkles between his eyebrows were deep enough to kill a small fly.
"Ernest, I'm very happy today."
Samuel spoke up.
"I haven't seen the moon in a long time."
Ernest replied.
"Yes, your majesty."
The melancholy in his brow seemed to have not yet been resolved, and for the first time his deep brown eyes took on a look that even Samuel could not see through.
The puppy is worried.
Samuel was certain.
It was just a small mistake, Ernest shouldn't be so depressed.
Is there something wrong with my body?
Samuel lowered his eyes. He knew that bumblebees consumed more energy than other bees, but Ernest was already an S-level female bee.
Once worker bees evolve into female bees, their physical fitness, combat effectiveness and endurance will experience a qualitative leap.
What's more, Ernest is an S-level person. He is very strong and it is impossible for him to be starving to the point of almost exhaustion just because he didn't eat in time.
so……
What is the reason?
"Puppy, come here."
Samuel waved to Ernest, who was stunned for a second before walking over obediently.
He knelt in front of Samuel and raised his head slightly.
"His Majesty."
He waited for Samuel's instructions.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Samuel stretched out his hand, and then he clearly saw Ernest's eyes dodge.
"No, Your Majesty."
Although the tall female insect's body was motionless, her brown pupils trembled slightly.
Samuel stared at him, and Ernest's expression gradually became uneasy.
"If you lie to me—"
"I'm not lying! Your Majesty..."
Ernest pressed his head against Samuel's hand. His movements were very small, more like a puppy nudging its owner's hand to please him.
“If you’re uncomfortable, speak up.”
Samuel was sure that there was nothing wrong with Ernest. The puppy was blessed by him and he also built a mental barrier for it. If someone was trying to hide something, he could feel it.
I was originally worried about the effects of his bloodsucking.
But now it seems that the puppy just has something on his mind.
What is it?
But Samuel was certain that this matter was related to him.
The ripples in the puppy's spiritual sea were like golden raindrops.
Continuous and dense, without stopping for a moment.
Samuel couldn't think of anything else the puppy would be so obsessed with except himself.
"Yes, your majesty."
Ernest began to nod again, and the ends of his hair rubbed Samuel's palms, making them feel a little itchy.
When Samuel withdrew his hand, he saw Ernest's reluctant expression.
His eyes followed Samuel's hand until it was resting on its master's leg again.
...It's not a puppy's bone.
As for showing such an expression?
Samuel held his chin with his hand and saw Ernest's eyes followed his cheek, then as if awakened, he looked at the ground in fear.
Samuel said nothing as his slender fingertips gently touched his cheek.
The bedrooms were so quiet that you could hear your heartbeat.
Samuel noticed that the puppy was distracted again.
His eyes were fixed on one point and did not move for a long time.
However, in his spiritual sea, the speed at which the raindrops fell did not slow down for a moment.
Crackling, even a little noisy.
The rain in his spiritual sea was getting heavier and heavier, even causing the "water level" in it to show a clear upward trend.
It seems that the puppy's spiritual sea needs to be rebuilt, it is too surging...
Samuel couldn't help but laugh to himself.
He couldn't imagine what the puppy was thinking.
Indeed, with his mental strength, he could easily break into Ernest's mind and even read his memory - just like he read the memory of the female bee guard today, or perhaps even easier than that.
Because Ernest couldn't resist him.
As early as when he built a mental barrier for him, Ernest lost all his armor and weapons in front of him.
Like a little snail with its shell peeled off.
But Samuel didn't want to do that.
Such behavior not only has the potential to damage Ernest's spiritual sea, but is also very disrespectful to him.
To Samuel, Ernest was different from the other bees.
Samuel didn't want to delve into the more important reasons.
He just knew that he was enjoying the process.
Like a hunter with extremely bad intentions.
"Ernest, are you thinking about me?"
Samuel suddenly asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The puppy answered subconsciously when his name was called.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking..."
The puppy reacted before he even finished speaking. He immediately looked up and looked at him with a terrified expression.
Samuel raised an eyebrow at the puppy, who shifted uncomfortably.
Samuel's mood inexplicably became good after his guess was confirmed.
Maybe this is what bullying a puppy is all about?
He is really bad.
Ernest slowly lowered his head in the face of His Majesty's half-smile.
Fortunately, His Majesty did not question him again.
otherwise……
He dared not deceive His Majesty, nor could he express his delusions.
Just now he saw His Majesty's fingers and thought of how they would look on his chest.
Then……
Ernest thought of the book that the Queen had given him.
In the classics, wasps were fed in this way.
If the wasp in the picture is replaced by His Majesty, and the female bee is replaced by him.
The contrast between His Majesty's fair and slender fingers and his dark skin must be very strong.
Your Majesty is the noble white jade, and he is the dirty mud.
But even so, he was still thinking about Your Majesty.
Such a thought made Ernest tremble all over.
What was even more terrifying and exciting to him was the presence of His Majesty so close at hand.
He's simply the worst bee in the world.
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